#but i won’t be paying for canal+

[ren-the3rd]

can we talk about the fact that in france f1 tv is deleting access to archives for anti-tabacco laws reasons? like let’s delete history that marlboro sponsorship clearly is the reason for cigarette usage in france

i already think blurring archives images in documentaries is ridiculous but restricting access to f1 races ??? insane

we should treasure archives instead of deleting them

[gulava]

I’m starting to have jaw pains near a tooth abscess. A broken root canal I couldn’t afford to cap. I still don’t have insurance. Wish I could say I know how much it’ll be but the amount of ex-rays and further treatment will be determined off the damage and there’s…a lot of damage. I’m getting kind of scared here (more over sepsis than physical damage) considering I make zero money as I’m still trying to get disability and they won’t let you make appointments without paying beforehand and then hit you with an even bigger bill after the visit. I’ll document how much money I receive and add more info once I’m able to get the exam.

Venmo: deirdrey-11 Paypal: faeriedew

Edit: The exam will cost $186

Edit: Amount reached! Please stop reblogging this.

[nettleofthedead]

Hello everyone. I feel very embarrassed to have to make a post, but I’m dealing with some urgent dental issues that need to be treated ASAP.

I have two teeth that need root canals. The molar tooth might need to be extracted and done as an implant, but I won’t know until they look at it. I also have a bad cavity that formed last night (exposing some of my dentin) next to the other tooth that needs a root canal. Infection is starting to form bad in there, as well. I’m not currently in any pain, but I’ve been getting sick lately because of it.

Using the cost estimator for my dental insurance, the total [estimated] portion of my half for my treatments is going to be $1,455. This is including the two root canal costs, and the new cavity that formed. I’m going to see my dentist ASAP, so the total cost may be adjusted after he checks it out. That said, I believe that my estimate should be accurate.

I’m in a very bad financial situation where I can’t save up the money for the treatment. I’m almost $4,000 in debt, and struggling to crawl myself out of it while barely being able to pay for rent and bills. I’m not asking for assistance on that mess though.

I have a scheduled appointment on my birthday, on April 1st. However, I’m only going to be able to reschedule the appointment back by another month. I really don’t want to, though, because of my health being affected.

I’ll be updating this once a day, apologizing for the spam.

Goal: $20/$1,455

Paypal: dead.nettled@gmail.com

Cashapp: $deadnettled

I don’t have other payment methods yet, but I can look into them if needed. Even if you can’t donate, I have very little of a following, so reblogging would be extremely appreciated. If anyone knows of other resources for me to look into (I can’t do CareCredit), I would appreciate it also.

[rin-u-pos]

did you end up finding out what may be happening with your teeth? could be your wisdom teeth coming in or worse causing problems growing in the wrong direction (had that happen to me)

rinsing your mouth with warm salt water can do wonders for the swelling if there is any, cleans well too. don’t beat yourself up too much though, it’s really hard in this economy and these conditions to prioritise your dental health, especially when your mental health won’t let you. hope it all works out xxx

Hello kind internet stranger! I went to my first appointment today. The dentist was really nice and told me I was really brave. She's a really sweet older lady. All the staff were wonderful and checked up on me. Shout out to Allison!

I have quite a bit of work that needs to be done. It's not a good sign when they start talking about tackling my problems in quadrants.

Got a lot of x-rays, pictures and a cat scan. My wisdom teeth need to be removed soon. I actually have a cavity on the molar next to it, but that place is really hard to clean.

It looks like multiple cavities, a broken filling, need to replace fillings, a potential root canal, wisdom tooth removal and I need a crown.

Now insurance is a sneaky fuck. WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO WAIT SIX MONTHS BEFORE YOU WILL START PAYING!!!! So I will either have to look for another insurance provider or financing. But they do take care credit and have some payment plan promotion.

I would like to take the time to thank everyone who has given me encourage mint (hehe).

you, anon

@achaotichuman

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@kataraavatara

@lorcandidlucienwill

@msbrownwithacrown

@samsaj-05

@tamlinfairchild

Hopefully I didn't miss anybody. If I did, sorry and thank you!

But the dentist arc continues. next appointment is Monday. Bear with me guys while I bitch about this for the foreseeable future.

[riots-unterzee-au]

Scrap 1

“We need to talk.”

The voice of the ship’s surgeon breaks Steve out of his thoughts, and he tears his gaze away from the false-stars shining weakly above them. He finds Sam fixing him with a flat stare, and Steve sighs.

“Is this about-“

“-Yes it’s about the state of the ship,” Sam cuts him off.

Steve sighs again. “It’s still floating, isn’t it?”

“Barely,” Sam says, “but you didn’t see the way it pitched when Clint and Thor started loading up the stone-“

“Well-“

“-And,” Sam barrels on, “we probably would have blown up on the way here if your ghost of a First Officer hadn’t emerged from his cabin just long enough to literally pinch a leak in one of the engine pipes closed.”

“You saw Bucky?” Steve asks quickly, perking up.

“Not the point.”

“How did he look?”

“Not great,” Sam says flatly, and then softens when Steve feels his face fall. “He just… he needs more time,” he adds.

Sam’s voice is gentle, but he doesn’t sound convinced, and Steve can only nod weakly. Whatever marked Bucky, stealing his memories and most of his humanity, it isn’t letting go easily.

“But he won’t get that time if we all sink and die on our way back to Fallen London,” Sam continues, determined.

“Are you suggesting we stay here?” Steve asks dryly.

They both look up, unwillingly. The massive, distorted stone shapes looming above them almost seem to move in the flickering lamp light. The one that still has a face is watching them.

“Yes, I want to live on the Salt Lions,” Sam says sarcastically, but there’s a shiver in his voice. He fixes Steve with another unimpressed look. “What I’m saying, is that zailing on a ship that’s about to break down isn’t exactly good for morale. If we do make it back…. I don’t know how much of the crew will sign on for another run.”

Sam doesn’t need to say that he might be one of the zailors not to return. He doesn’t want to lose another crew, it’s obvious even if he doesn’t say it.

“Point taken,” Steve says, his shoulders falling. “We need an engineer.”

“Need,” Sam repeats with feeling. “I mean, what we really need is a new ship, but I’ll settle for an engineer.”

“I’ll try to find one,” Steve promises, but he’s not sure this load of sphinxstone will pay for repairs and a new crew member.

Sam nods, and they turn when Thor hollers that the boat is loaded. The tension on the ship is obvious as Steve boards, everyone tightly strung and huddled around the running lights.

Clint is smiling as always though when he turns away from the deck weapon. “Back to London?” He asks.

Steve shakes his head. “The Cumaean Canal, we’re going to meet with someone for The Director on the way.”

Clint’s nose wrinkles at the mention of the one-eyed man, but he doesn’t say anything. His shoulders are squared as he spins back to his gun.

They launch from the small dock cradled between the feet of the massive stone lion, gas lanterns fading behind them, and in no time they’re swallowed up by the inky blackness of the Neath. Bats chatter and screech somewhere far up above them, nearly drowning out the sounds of the dark water against the hull.

Steve triple-checks that their course is set correctly and then heads below deck, where the pained whine of the engine is nearly deafening. The door to the First Officer’s cabin is locked, and there’s no response when he knocks as loudly as he can.

[pengychan]

[Baldur’s Gate III] Hell to Pay, Ch. 30

Illustration by @raphaels-little-beast

Title: Hell to Pay Summary: Assassinating an archdevil is a daunting task, even for the heroes of Baldur’s Gate. Some inside help from ‘the devil they know’ would be good, if not for the detail their last meeting ended with said devil dead in his own home. Or did it? Characters: Raphael, the Dark Urge, Astarion, Haarlep, Halsin, Karlach, Wyll. Rating: E Status: In progress

All chapters will be tagged as ‘hell to pay’ on my blog. Also on Ao3.

*** Okay but is it me or is having a sister a really bad idea in BG3? Never seems to go down well. (Also there's art in chapter 10 now, check it out!) ***

“... Well. I can see why they call this layer the Circle of Ruins. I really didn’t think anything could stink worse than the Scab, but I stand corrected. This makes lovely Ethel’s swamp look and smell like a wildflower meadow.”

“I warned you, did I not?”

Astarion made a face, looking down at his soiled boot. The road they were on had half-crumbled into the stinking mire all around them, and his left boot had sunk into rotting mud almost all the way to the cuff. He’d managed to pull his leg free with considerable effort, and with a rather disgusting sucking sound. “You didn’t warn us of the stench nearly enough, devil. I’d have insisted on getting some nose clips before leaving if you had bothered to.”

“I am not certain I could stand listening to your voice if it got even more nasal than it already is,” Raphael replied, his own voice somewhat muffled from behind the Dark Justiciar mask. 

Astarion huffed. “Careful there, devil. You’re hurting my feelings.”

“All three of them?”

“Oh, wonderful. Now he thinks he’s funny. Who gave him the idea he’s funny?”

“I mean, it was a little funny.”

“Et tu, Karlach?”

“Bless you.”

Walking at the back of the group, Durge chuckled and turned to glance over at Halsin. He was stoic as always, but his lips were pressed together in a thin line, and it was a pretty good indication that all was not well. Avernus lacked anything resembling nature, but Maladomini was different. The polluted mire and canals all around them, the sickly green light from fires flickering on its surface, rotting stumps of dead trees emerging from the sludge like the hand of someone drowning, gasping for a last breath… it was worse than the absence of nature. It was the utter corruption of it, and Raphael had warned them of that well enough. 

“Cania is a wasteland, but Maladomini is diseased,” he had said when Durge asked. “I am not saying that the Eighth will be much better for him, but I guarantee it certainly won’t be worse.”

Halsin had known what to expect, and had still chosen to come with them, even as the desire to return to Reithwin Town, to his new home and the children who looked to him like a father, must have been almost overwhelming. Of that, Durge would always be grateful.

“We won’t stay for long. Just enough to be granted passage,” they promised once again.

Halsin smiled, even if it clearly took him some effort. “Do not worry for me. I can bear it.”

Durge blinked. The beginning of a headache pulsed in their skull. “... Really?”

“Oh. I did not intend that as a pun.” Halsin chuckled, and this time it was a little more heartfelt. He glanced ahead, and so did Durge. Before them was a dilapidated structure, by the side of the road - a tollhouse perhaps, with a cornugon perched on top, a pitchfork in hand. He did not immediately turn hostile, but did come down the roof with a few beats of huge wings, and landed just ahead of them in the middle of the road. 

“... Let me do the talking,” Raphael spoke quietly, as though any of them would have suggested otherwise. He stepped forward and spoke in Infernal, pulling something from beneath his blazer - a letter Lord Bel had given him before they left, the seal in it glowing red with arcane power. Proof of its sender, and of its intended recipient. The cornugon must have sensed something, and narrowed his eyes before speaking. Raphael replied again, and the devil grunted before throwing his head back and letting out a screeching call.

As more cornugons landed, Raphael turned to look at them. Mask and all, Durge could tell he was smirking. “We have been granted safe passage and an audience with Lord Baalzebul as envoys of the new Lord of the First,” he said, and nodded ahead of them. In the distance, against a blue-black sky, through a greenish mist, was the outline of a sprawling city.

Malagard awaited, and there was no way to go but forward.

***

The reeve of Dawnrift, Raphael found, was a particularly unpleasant creature. 

With how he clung to any gold coin thrown his way, it was a small wonder Mammon had not laid a claim on him long before Raphael made contact, pretending to be a wealthy merchant - not entirely a lie, that - interested in establishing a trade relationship. That, and he was an imbecile who was not nearly as good as he thought he was at hiding the fact he skimmed money from the tax he collected.

Still, an imbecile in a position of power is generally a useful one. Particularly when as vulnerable to blackmail as that one, but for now blackmail was not needed. There was no reason for Raphael to rush into anything until he’d worked out precisely what he could get out of him.

“My apologies, sir,” a servant spoke at the door, causing the man to trail off in the middle of a long-winded, rather excruciating ramble about a long family history which Raphael knew for a fact to be false. “Craric insists on seeing you now.”

A scoff. “Can you not see I am--”

“He has concerns about the trade route through the mountain pass. He has brought your new armor, but won’t hand it over until you hear him out.”

The reeve was a man whose fighting days, if there had ever been such days for him, were well and truly behind him. But he was also vain and with a tendency to take creative liberties with the image of himself he presented, and the armor was clearly a vital part of that image. So he sighed, and gestured for the servant to let the armorer through. 

“You’ll have to forgive Craric, he’s a stubborn goat as most dwarves are. He got it into his head that something is happening near the mountain pass, but the trade route is as safe as it’s ever been. A couple of cargos went missing because he trusted the wrong people with the goods, if you ask me.”

A lie, that; Raphael could tell without even needing to peer into the man’s mind. He did know that the route through the mountain pass was not as safe as he was trying to make it sound, even though he was not concerned enough to take action - yet. Raphael nodded along, pretending to be none the wiser, taking a mental note to take a look for himself. There was a monastery along the road, one dedicated to Lathander, and he knew for a fact they held at least one valuable relic there. If trouble brewed, he mused, he may yet find a chance to get his hands on it. 

He was still mulling over it when the door opened and the armorer walked in long strides. Well, long strides compared to his stature, at least. He was carrying no armor: that dubious honor went to another gold dwarf, a woman who looked much younger than Craric and staggered a little under the full weight. 

“Well, here I am, sir, with your armor,” he spat, entirely ignoring Raphael’s presence. “Are you going to do something about shipments going missing the second they leave this godsforsaken place?”

The reeve cleared his throat. “I am certain we can speak of this at a better--”

A scoff. “No better time than now, if the gentleman,” a glance at Raphael, “is looking to do business here. He should know that - excuse my elvish - shit goes missing on its way out and in. Shit, and the people who carry it. Bet our reeve didn’t tell you that.”

The reeve in question scowled, red-faced. Raphael held back a sigh, and turned to glance at a small table in a corner of the room where a game of lanceboard had been abandoned. The white knights were all but lost, placed as they were, vulnerable to the rooks.

A good enough player could move the blacks to victory in five moves or perhaps less; a truly ingenious player could salvage a seemingly unwinnable game for the whites, but it would require several more moves and a certain degree of idiocy from the opponent. Still calculating the outcomes, Raphael idly listened to the discussion unfolding. 

“Craric, enough! Nothing is amiss on the trade way--”

“Nothing amiss my ass! Two shipments--!”

“You’ve been hiring unreliable couriers, new to the job - they probably left with the goods once they got the first half of their payment!”

“Different people, twice in two months? I don’t think--”

“Or they took a wrong turn, if they were so new to the job. Wrong enough to find themselves up in the shadow-cursed lands.” Raphael’s voice caused both man and dwarf to fall silent, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees. Raphael glanced back at them, and smiled pleasantly. “If that is the case, I doubt any of them shall be seen again.”

“I… that…” the armorer seemed to hesitate, then he cleared his throat and scowled at the reeve. “Very well. Tell you what - I’ll make sure to give clear instructions to the next couriers, but if one more load goes missing, you’ll have to look--”

“It’s not just goods!” The other dwarf, the young woman, spoke suddenly. She had placed the armor down on a nearby armchair, and had been listening in silence until now. “Letters are not going through either. I wrote to my sister at the Rosymor--”

Craric smacked her across the face with a hand clad in tough leather, causing her head to whip to the side. The woman’s curly hair covered most of her face as she pressed a hand against her mouth, but it was clear that he’d either split a lip or made her nose bleed: a few drops of blood had splattered on the white cuff of Raphael’s sleeve. 

He frowned, and scratched at the stain with a fingernail while the dwarf snapped.

“I didn’t give you leave to speak, girl!” He lifted a hand again, causing her to flinch. “I ought to--”

“I did not give you leave to stain my clothing either, and yet you did. What ought I do?”

A scoff, a glare. “You ought to take your clothing and stick it up your--” 

He did not finish the sentence: a look from Raphael, a silent spell, and the words faded in a sharp intake of breath as fear took hold. Craric stepped back, cowering, under the stunned gaze of both the woman and the reeve. He fell in a corner and there he remained,  trembling and whimpering,  both hands over his head.

The reeve stared, taken aback. “What did you--”

A gesture from Raphael and he, too, fell silent. He stared in the distance, jaw slack, and remained motionless in his seat while some drool dripped from the corner of his mouth. “Much better,” Raphael smiled,  and turned his attention back on the woman. 

The hair was off her face now, revealing a split lip and blood on her chin, as well a still healing bruise on her cheek and the vestiges of a black eye. She stared at him with wide eyes, and flinched when Raphael cast a healing spell with a gesture and a murmur. She took in a sharp breath, touching the now unbroken lip before she spoke. “... What are you?” she whispered.

Raphael smiled again, and poured some of the reeve's wine in two cups. He took one, and leaned back on his seat. “I am a man of great compassion and boundless curiosity,” he said, and gestured for her to take the other cup. She did, but did not drink until she saw Raphael drink some himself. “My name is Raphael. And yours, if I may enquire?”

“Korrilla.”

“A pleasure to meet you, truly.” He bowed his head slightly, and took another sip from the cup. This time, she did too. “Now, you mentioned letters to the Rosymorn monastery going unanswered. I may be inclined to look into it, if you tell me more,” he added, and she did. 

When he’d arrived at Dawnrift that morning, Raphael had yet to truly get a feel of what he may gain out of this small town a stone’s throw from the Trielta Hills, other than a good place to keep an eye on the Rosymorn monastery and the Trade Way. Looking back many years later, he’d have to acknowledge that a new warlock and a decades-long obsession were not precisely among the possibilities he’d envisioned. It had been an unpredictable outcome, truly.

And Raphael had always, always hated the unpredictable.

***

Very much unlike its ruler, Malagard did not seem to have changed since Raphael had last visited it as the Steward of Avernus.

Granted, walls and buildings had been torn down, others yet rebuilt; heaps of rubbish may have been moved one way or the other, as the denizens of the Seventh tried desperately to restore the city to its long lost glory - but it was a lost cause if there ever was one, and the city remained a crumbling ruin. The palace itself, at least, was no longer made quite literally of filth.

The Lord of the Seventh himself looked vastly different. Gone was the bloated, slug-like creature he’d been turned into as punishment, one year for each lie he’d ever told another devil. His crimes paid for, he had left the most humiliating part of his punishment behind, and seemed intent on never risking such retaliation from Asmodeus by lying to a devil again.

He remained a far cry from the archon he had been when he’d been called Triel, rumored to have been beautiful even by celestial standards, but he’d reverted back to a humanoid form which was at least pleasant to behold - once one could get past the compound eyes, everything like those of a fly. Those eyes glittered as the cornugons led Raphael and the others into the dimly lit throne room, the cracked and crooked walls covered in priceless tapestries. 

Raphael gestured for the others to stand back, and stepped forward. “They bring word from the new Lord of the First, Lord Baalzebul,” one of the cornugons spoke as Raphael knelt, face still covered by the mask, and he held up the sealed envelope. The arcane magic in it made it shine, and the Lord of the Seventh smiled faintly. 

“An interesting development, that in Avernus. I suspect I know who hides behind that mask,” he said, and held out a hand. The envelope floated from Raphael’s own hand to his, and Baalzebul easily broke the seal, the magic in it recognizing him as the recipient. He read the letter penned by Bel and then, finally, he smiled. He gestured for his guard to come closer and said something in a low voice.

A nod, and the guards left - all of them, not deigning Raphael or any of his companions of another look. They closed the door behind themselves, leaving them alone with the Archduke of Maladomini. Then, and only then, did Baalzebul speak again. 

“I shall not pretend the Hells are a place to make friends, but the enemy of an enemy comes close enough. And your sire has been my enemy for a very long time, child of Mephisto. Please, rise, and remove that mask. Your companion should be at ease, too. You’re my guests now, if for a short time, and no harm shall befall any guest of mine. I know you’re not planning to stay for long.”

Raphael bowed his head a moment before he rose, and took the mask off his face. “Thank you, Lord of the Seventh. It has been a long time since I last had the chance to visit Malagard. I understand I look quite different now.”

Baalzebul stared a moment before letting out a laugh. His teeth gleamed white amidst sable skin. “Hah! Not as different as I do, certainly. And I mean to keep it that way, which means I shall not lie to you.”

Again, Raphael bowed his head. “You have my thanks, your lordship, although you are sworn not to lie to other devils. At present, I am not one.”

“Not in form, perhaps, but it is not an assumption I intend to test.” Baalzebul paused for a moment, and looked over at the others, standing a few paces behind Raphael. He smiled. “I heard of your companions too, although admittedly of some more than others. Karlach the demonsbane, of course, was already a known name. Of the Blade of Avernus, too, I have heard. And the chosen of Bhaal, who rejected his maker and lived to tell the tale. Tell me, how was it possible?”

Durge bowed their head slightly. “I did not live, Lord Baalzebul. Bhaal did extinguish my life.”

“And yet, here you stand.”

“A seneschal brought me back, so I may fulfill a mission.”

“A mighty powerful seneschal, it must have been.”

“Very.”

“I see.” Beelzebul nodded. His gaze paused a moment before he chuckled. “Ah, a perfect glamor. Most devils may not even see through it, but I can indeed. You must be Haarlep.”

Haarlep tilted their head, or at least the head or the tiefling whose form they were using at the moment. “You know me, Lord Baalzebul? I’m flattered,” they replied. While sultry as always, their voice betrayed a hint of nervousness to a trained ear. They had not expected it, clearly. 

“I heard of you from our common source. One which we are both sworn not to name until Raphael reaches Cania,” he added.

The nervousness faded, and Haarlep nodded back. “Ah, I see. Of course.”

Baalzebul turned his gaze once more, and the smile became apologetic when his gaze fell on Astarion and Halsin. “I’m afraid I know little of you, if not that you are both fierce fighters.”

“He’d have heard about me if I’d Ascended,” Raphael heard Astarion muttering, although his words did not seem to carry to the Lord of the Flies. He cleared his throat and was quick to speak up before Baalzebul could ask him to repeat himself. 

“Druid Halsin was instrumental in ending a sharran curse in the Material Plane, and Astarion stopped a ritual which would have granted Mephistopheles seven thousand souls.”

At that, the Lord of the Flies laughed, long and loud. When he spoke again, he was still smiling and his visage was, for a moment, beautiful once more. “Seven thousand! Ah, it does please me greatly to hear. Your sire owes a great debt to many of his fellow archdukes, as I’m sure you’re aware, borrowing divine energy in a mad gamble that I doubt shall pay off. Losing a contract such as that must have made him furious.”

Raphael grimaced. “... That it did. I felt his fury quite keenly, believe me.”

“Ah, was it your doing then?” Another smile, delighted, telling Raphael in no uncertain terms he had just made the archduke’s day. Or year. “Well then, I have yet more reason to be of assistance if I can. Do tell me, what do you need from me?” he added, as though he did not know. Even if the letter he’d just read did not spell it out, it would have been an easy enough guess. Still, there was a pantomime to keep going, and Raphael obliged. 

“You know what has befallen me, Lord of the Seventh, and certainly you know I intend to be whole again. I have come to you to humbly request your help in securing passage to Cania. I know your Maladominaar guard the passage fiercely, as do my sire’s gelugons on the other side. But surely, you would know a way through that may allow us to go through from the Seventh to the Eighth with Mephisto none the wiser.”

Baalzebul said nothing for a few moments: he just observed him with those compound eyes of his, almost shimmering in the faint light, and finally he stood from his throne. He towered above them all, the six-pronged horns making him taller still. 

“Of course. We stand above the most extensive network of tunnels in the Hells and, I suspect, in any Plane. I do know of ways into Cania which your sire is not aware of, as he likely and rather annoyingly is aware of passages I know nothing of. And yet more, I suspect, neither of us has discovered. There is one not too far from here, and I can offer you a guide who knows it well.” There was the sound of a heavy door being pushed open, and steps. Baalzebul looked beyond Raphael, and smiled. “Ah, there she is. I believe the two of you already know each other,” he added, and Raphael turned.

Standing in the doorway in her elven form, in a gown of green and gold, Lady Antilia smiled.

“Hello, little duke,” she said, her voice musical as ever. “It’s good to see you again.”

***

By the time Raphael reached the Rosymorn monastery, it was all over.

The monastery itself still stood, even if parts of it were damaged, and its doors were locked tight with a spell… but the corpses which littered the ground outside it told a clear enough story. Corpses of monks and clerics, for the most part, but what truly caught his attention were the bodies of several warriors who were obviously not from that Plane. Githyanki. 

Raphael frowned, crouching to examine one of the corpses. Flies were buzzing over the still open eyes, crawling over empty sockets where a bird of some kind had clearly helped itself to the softer bits. Still, the body was remarkably fresh despite the warm weather. A couple of days old at the very most. And quite helpfully, it carried a slate which gave some insight as to what githyanki had come to do.  

 Location - good. Close to road, but secluded. Building looks well-fortified. Defense - minimal - seems to be a religious building. Space - ample, underground, hidden. Was easy enough to sneak in without being observed. Prime spot for a crèche. Suggest immediate occupation. - M'lar Rih'al.

A créche - interesting, and it explained quite a lot. The couriers going missing with their cargo, letters not being delivered… they couriers must have had the bad luck of coming across githyanki scouts, and were readily dispatched as a result. Messenger pigeons had likely too been shot down, to isolate the monastery prior to the attack. If any of the worshippers of Lathander were still alive by the time the battle was done, they were likely dead by now, somewhere inside the newly established créche. Githyanki were not known to keep prisoners… not for long, anyway. 

Raphael looked over at the sealed door, pondering his options. There may be something very valuable in that monastery, but odds were that the githyanki had already sent everything of value someplace else… and whatever treasures they held was probably not worth angering them, and their queen by extension. He’d parted from Vlaakith on quite good terms, after all, and he saw no reason to change that just yet. 

Raphael sighed, and stood upright again before he turned to survey the rather ruinous scene. A day wasted, but he could yet cut his losses and head to Daggerfort that evening, to see if what remained of the once esteemed Exeltis family was willing to take him up on his most generous offer. There was no need to head back to Dawnrift to tell Korrilla that her sister was certainly dead: breaking such news would gain him little gratitude if any at all, and was not worth the effort. A shame, that. She seemed clever enough, and an extra pair of eyes in the region would not hurt, but he had no time to deal with some grief-stricken--

A loud, yowling sound snapped Raphael from his thoughts. It came from the rocky outcrops below, just out of sight. He’d have dismissed it, if not for the fact it was followed by more yowls, hissing noises, and suddenly - a voice.

“Nonononono! Keep away! I like cats, but I don’t like you! Stay back!”

Well. Someone was alive after all, and it didn’t sound like a githyanki. Raphael walked up to the ledge and looked down. Several feet below, a dwarven woman was sitting against the rocky side of the precipice. She was holding a quarterstaff, which she was using as a club to keep a pack of seven gremishkas at bay.

She was wounded; Raphael could see she was keeping a hand pressed against her side, and the armor there was pierced and stained with dried blood. A lone survivor, although the gremishkas were looking to make her their next meal. Raphael may have walked off and let it happen, if not for the fact that she was a gold dwarf. There was certainly more than one dwarf who happened to be a cleric of Lathander, but Raphael supposed it would not hurt to check.

“My, my. You seem to have run into some trouble,” he spoke, causing the woman to wince and look up, and the gremishkas to hiss. She stared at him for a few moments before she smiled; it took Raphael aback for a moment before he realized it was more akin to a panicked rictus than a real smile, the expression of someone scared out of her wits. She had, after all, seen the entire monastery slaughtered… and was now moments away from joining them.

“Oh! Congratulations! You do have eyes!” she exclaimed, and her features twisted into a grimace when she tried to move. One of her legs, Raphael noticed, was bent at an unnatural angle. “Yes, I am in an awful lot of trouble. Also in an awful lot of pain. Everybody else is dead - not a great day - and I could really use--”

“Hope?”

“Wha--” A gremishka tried to leap on her, and she whacked it with her staff just on time. It struck the creature in the head, sending it tumbling off the ledge with a cry. “I mean, yes, I do tend to have that, but a little bit of help would also be appreciated. You know. Once you’re done standing there looking handsome.”

Raphael bit back an admittedly childish urge to congratulate her for having eyes as well. “Why, thank you kindly. What I meant to ask is - are you Hope, by any chance?”

“... How do you know my name?”

Well, it looked like the day had not been completely wasted after all. If he took her back, that would make two mortals indebted with him. Even without a contract spelling out exact terms, mortals who felt they had a debt to pay back could be quite useful: you never know when you may need a favor repaid… and getting a cleric of Lathander to serve him would be quite the delicious irony, really. So Raphael smiled, and lifted a hand. Casting spells against  gremishka was counterproductive, but close as they were to the edge of the precipice it really was no issue. One thunderwave and they fell off it, screaming, to their deaths. 

“Huh.” Hope stared a moment, blinking, and finally put the quarterstaff down with a long groan while Raphael cast misty step to join her on the ledge. He preferred not to reveal his true nature until he had to, and like nearly everyone else she was none the wiser. 

“Oh, thank you. Sorry I got all snappy. As I said, bad day. I really thought I was done for.”

“It does seem you were luckier than most. I found no other survivors.” A healing spell, and he stepped back to watch her stand up again with a groan, cautiously trying her weight on the injured leg while leaning on the staff. “A githyanki attack - I don’t imagine you were able to hold them back for long.”

She sighed, her features twisting in sorrow. “The best part of two days. We couldn’t keep them out, though. One had a dragon, for pity's sake. Myself and a couple of the monks came outside to try and distract them long enough for…” a pause, a sigh. “Well, it didn’t work. I fell down here at some point and when I woke up again, everything was quiet. I’m not even sure how long I’ve been out. Where did the githyanki go?”

“They’re inside, I’d wager. They were keen to establish a creché inside the monastery.”

Another mournful sigh. “This was not needed. We’d have sheltered them, if they’d asked.”

“That is not how githyanki operate, I fear,” Raphael replied, and once he could tell she was able to stand, he opened a Dimension Door. “It may be wise to head back to Dawnrift. Korrilla was quite concerned.”

Her saddened expression melted away into a smile - a real one, this time, and she followed him into the door and onto the trail some distance away. “My sister! Oh, I missed her so much, when her letters stopped and-- I thought I’d never see her again, when the githyanki came. Did she send you?”

“In a manner of speaking. I simply took the chance to offer assistance.” And shall welcome future assistance in return. But we’ll get to that later. Once you know how convenient it is to serve me. “My name is Raphael,” he added, bowing.

“Mine is-- oh wait, you already know.” A chuckle, and she shifted a little to keep using her staff as a walking aid. “Pleasure to meet you, Raphael.”

He smiled. “The pleasure is all mine,” he replied, and neither of them had any idea yet how true that statement would prove.

***

“The High Cantor has been spying on your sire’s court on my behalf for a very long time. She knows how to slip out of Cania and back in unnoticed better than anybody else. I can think of no better guide.”

Durge was not entirely sure Raphael was comprehending the words Lord Baalzebul spoke, even if certainly he must have heard them. While the others turned to look at the newcomer - an elf dressed in fine silks, with hair of silver a few shades darker than Astarion’s own which tumbled down her shoulders in loose curls - Durge kept their gaze on Raphael. 

He seemed stunned beyond words for a few moments before he worked his jaw and spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“... Lady Antilia?”

A low laugh and she walked past them as though she had not even noticed them, green eyes fixed on Raphael. “So formal,” she said. “It would not displease me to be only Antilia to you, if I am still allowed to call you little duke.”

Raphael blinked, and smiled back. It was not a guarded smile; he looked incredulous still, and relieved. “I told you before, you may call me however you like.”

“It was a long time ago. Much has changed, including yourself.”

“That has not,” Raphael replied, and she chuckled before suddenly pulling him into an embrace. Durge noticed Karlach’s eyebrows shoot up almost to her hairline.

“Oh yeah, they sure have met,” she murmured, and Durge held back a chuckle. They still were not certain who they were even looking at, but Raphael was returning the embrace, and they figured it was a good sign. When they broke apart, he chuckled.

“Baalzebul’s spy. I see. Is this the reason why you always cautioned me not to trust you?”

“I can’t hide a thing from you,” she replied, her voice just a touch too soft to come across as truly mocking. A hand cupped his face. “But you could hide yourself even from your sire and his entire court, including myself. I believed you were dead.”

“I don’t expect I was mourned by many.”

“You were by me.” A long breath, and she pulled away the hand. “Lord Mephistopheles knows that you live, and has given orders to capture you. He’s seeking the incubus, too, and…” she paused, and turned to glance at them for the first time. “Well, any who’s aiding you.”

That seemed to remind Raphael that the rest of them, except perhaps Haarlep, had absolutely no clue what was going on. He cleared his throat. “Lady Antilia is the High Cantor of Mephistar,” he explained. “And an agent of Lord Baalzebul, as I am just now finding out.”

She chuckled. “What can I say? To be duplicitous is in our nature, and this form has served me well so far in keeping my activities a secret. But what you’re seeking to do is far more dangerous than anything I’d ever dare, Raphael. And it is precisely what Mephistopheles is expecting from you. He’ll be preparing as we speak to capture you, as soon as you step one foot in his domain.”

“And what would you suggest I do?”

“If you had any sense? I’d suggest you leave now. Return to the Material Plane where he may not find you. A mortal life may be short, but not as short as your sire would cut it.”

Raphael set his jaw. “Is that what you’d do, if it was half of your own soul trapped in the vaults?” he asked, and it caused Lady Antilia to pause before she sighed. 

“... No. I suppose I’d risk death before resigning myself to such a fate,” she conceded. She turned back, to Lord Baalzebul; he’d been watching, saying nothing. She bowed. “We shall make haste now, your lordship, before our presence is noticed and we may put you in a compromising position. I know a route which shall take us close to the glacier on which Mephistar stands,” she said. 

And that, love, was that.

***

“Hey, uh… sir?”

“Raphael will do, if I am allowed to call you Korrilla.”

“Right. Raphael. I-- wanted to thank you. For bringing her back, and for paying the healer.”

Reaching to put the white king back in place, Raphael let out a hum. The inn was on the small side, but it had some surprisingly decent vintages; he’d had the innkeeper being him their best, and taken a seat on an armchair by the fireplace, where a table stood with a lanceboard set. 

A pair of halflings had been playing when he stepped in - a mediocre game, too - but both had quite suddenly and conveniently fallen asleep. Raphael had taken the seat while the half-orc tasked with dealing with drunks took them outside, and was putting the pieces in place for a new game as he waited. 

Korrilla Hearthflame had not stayed upstairs for long: just long enough to help her sister settle before the healer arrived - one she had certainly not called. She could not take Hope to the armorer’s shop where she lived in conditions Raphael could only guess were rather squalid, and what little gold she’d squirreled away could barely cover the room’s rent for a few days. A healer was obviously beyond her means. 

“You are quite welcome,” he said in the end, putting the last rook down. He was entirely aware of the fact she was frowning, biting her lower lip, but he pretended not to notice - nor he spoke again until she finally did. 

“... Look, what is your game?”

Raphael drank some of the wine before looking at her, raising an eyebrow. “Are you not familiar with lanceboard?”

“Not that-- ” a pause, and she sighed. “Listen, no one does anything for nothing. I’m not so gullible I don’t know that - no one is. No one except Hope, I guess. She thinks you’re a really nice man who decided to come and help her out of kindness.”

Raphael hummed, and gestured for her to sit on the armchair across him. He filled another cup of wine as she did, and handed it to Korrilla. “And you do not?”

“I know better,” she replied, but did take the cup. “Craric said he wanted to help, too, when our parents died and he took me in to work. Said he’d teach me a trade, and pay me enough to provide for Hope - she’s my little sister, I had to take care of her. Guess we did all right, so there is that. She went to the temple, became a cleric and all. And I was left in his shithole.”

“I imagine treating you fairly was not among the promises this Craric made. Or feeding you well,” he added. She was naturally stocky as dwarves were even when malnourished, but hunger was plain in the hollow cheeks, in how she kept eyeing the food being taken out of the kitchen. Raphael tilted his head towards the kitchen door. “I’ve opened a tab. Go on.”

Korrilla bit her lower lip, and frowned. “Not until you tell me what you’re looking to get out of helping me.”

“I am a man who likes having eyes and ears on the ground, and I don’t have many in this charming corner of the Sword Coast. Dawnrift is close to the Trade Way, not far from the shadow-cursed land, and now there is a githyanki créche a scant day’s walk away.” Raphael took a swig from his cup. “Is it any surprise that I’d want to be informed of anything of note that may occur? Information is a valuable currency. Of course, you would be paid in gold.” 

He snapped his fingers, and two things appeared on the table before her: a small pouch with enough coin to get by for some time, and a sending stone she may use to contact him. She stared at both for a moment before she took them, and nodded. “... Very well,” she said, and asked no more questions. Smart, that. Raphael smiled, and gestured to the lanceboard.

“Do you know how to play?” he asked.

She did.

***

“Oh gods, I’m exhausted. ”

“I do apologize,” Lady Antilia spoke, her voice soft as velvet, while the mortals accompanying them proceeded to drop on their bedrolls with varying degrees of dignity. “I failed to account for your need to rest.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Raphael replied, with a rather remarkable attempt at not looking like he was absolutely exhausted from the day’s march. Not remarkable enough to fool Haarlep, of course, but then again they could see through him like it was their second nature. They were kind enough not to comment on that… and Durge was kind enough not to say anything when he leaned in and told them quietly, if not quietly enough , to get the good wine out of their bag instead of the usual muck.

As if that is going to make much difference in a meal of cold cuts and cheese consumed sitting on the ground, for someone used to the finest banquets Mephistar has to offer.

It was almost endearing, really. Almost two thousand years old, and the youthful infatuation was still there. Haarlep chuckled and sat, choosing to say nothing either. 

They had decided to stop in one of the many subterranean caves in Maladomini’s vast underground network, and an empty one at that. Lady Antilia truly did know her way down there, and it was good: the last thing they needed was to walk into one of the many hidden and heavily guarded underground storehouses which abounded in that layer, and find themselves with a fight on their hands. 

But the journey up to then had been uneventful, a close brush with a giant centipede aside. A couple of glyphs of warding at the entrance and exit, a daylight spell to give them some light, and it felt… safe enough to eat and rest in the cave. Much like Haarlep, Lady Atilia had no true need to eat, but she accepted the food gracefully, and seemed to enjoy the wine. 

She was still in her elven form, but she certainly didn’t hide the fact she too was a half-fiend. With an incubus among them as well as Raphael, none of their companions seemed to think much of it… although the tiefling did seem guarded, her weapon never far from her side.

“We’ll reach Cania within a few hours once we get going again,” Lady Antilia was explaining, holding her cup of wine in both hands. She tied her hair back in a braid and was still dressed in her silks; despite the long trek her clothing did not show a single wrinkle, not a smudge. “The passage opens on the side of a peak, near enough the base. From there, it won’t be long to go before we reach Nargus.”

Astarion frowned. “And Nargus is…?” 

“The glacier on which Mephistar is built,” Durge replied, pushing a bowl of candied almonds towards Raphael. If anyone other than Haarlep noticed him grabbing a handful to shove it in his mouth - with none of the dignity he’d been trying to carry himself with since the instant Lady Antilia had made her presence known - they were kind enough not to remark on that. 

Durge’s reply caused Lady Antilia to look over with a chuckle. “Ah, of course you’d have to be well-informed. It was quite the heist, what you pulled with the Crown. To say Lord Mephistopheles was furious would be quite the understatement. How did you accomplish that? Even with a portal to Mephistar, getting inside the vault itself can’t have been easy.”

Durge tilted their head. “I don’t suppose it was, no. But unfortunately, I recall next to nothing of the heist. My memory has been… damaged by events that followed.”

“Oh?” Lady Antilia frowned, her curiosity piqued. “Was it the illithid tadpole?”

“Their sister wanted to be daddy’s favorite and performed an impromptu lobotomy on them,” Astarion replied. “As someone with a few less than ideal siblings, I have to admit Orin was a bit much even for me.”

Durge chuckled, but they had that distant cast to their gaze that Haarlep had noticed they tended to get whenever their sister or father were mentioned. “Children of Bhaal were encouraged to turn their blades against one another. After all, there could only be one Chosen. I’d have done the same if our roles were reversed. Although perhaps I’d have slaughtered her on our father's altar, rather than planting the tadpole.”

“Not anymore, you wouldn’t,” Halsin spoke, gently, and Durge shrugged. 

“I am not what I was, and it’s partly because of her. She meant to destroy me, but only set me free. I regret I never had the chance to do the same for her.”

Wyll reached over to put a hand on their shoulder. “There was nothing else we could do,” he reminded them, gaining himself a nod. 

“Yes. I know,” they replied, then seemed to push such thoughts in the back of their mind and looked back at Lady Antilia. “Either way, I fear my prior experience of entering the vaults won’t be of help. I recall next to nothing of that event, and my accomplice is no longer alive to give an account.”

Lady Antilia, who’d been staring in silence for a few moments as though lost in her own thoughts, seemed to recoil. “Ah-- yes, of course. It is a shame you do not recall, but then again Lord Mephistopheles has taken measures since. It’s likely that whatever weaknesses in security you may have exploited then are no longer there,” she said, and Durge nodded.

“It makes sense, yes.”

The next hour or so was mostly considerations of how long it would take to cover the distance between their entry point and Mephistar - no more than a few hours - and possible ways to gain entry unnoticed. It was at that point that Haarlep spoke.

“... I know who may help us get inside,” they said, causing everyone to look over. “But again, my lips are sealed. I have no leave to speak of any of it until we reach Cania and I am given leave to talk.”

“A pact of silence, then. Interesting,” Lady Antilia muttered. “It’s something akin to what a patron will impose on a warlock.”

Wyll nodded. “I know something of that,” he said, passing the plate with the last of the cheese to Karlach. “It renders you physically unable to reveal relevant information in any way.”

“Precisely. And I’ve been warned that if I try too hard to speak of it, my tongue will freeze and fall off.” Haarlep sighed. “It may be an empty threat, but I am not going to take the risk. As Raphael can attest, it would be a terrible loss,” they added, causing Raphael to nearly choke on his wine and glare at him over the cup. 

They responded with the most innocent smile in their repertoire which was in truth not innocent at all - and which, elegantly as always, Lady Antilia pretended not to have noticed.

“Well then, once we’re in Cania you shall hopefully be able to count on their assistance to reach the vaults,” she said. “I am afraid I can help you no further than getting you to Nergus.”

“It is more than any of us could ask of you,” Raphael spoke, bowing his head. “And I am grateful for your help.”

A pause, a faint smile. “It’s little help, in the face of what awaits you. But I understand why you don’t feel you have a choice,” she said, and those were the last words she spoke before the time came to extinguish the lights and get some rest. 

For Raphael and the mortals, at least; fiends and half-fiends had no such pressing need for sleep, and thus it was only natural that Haarlep and Antilia stood guard. As they sat next to the entrance to the tunnel they had come from, Haarlep looked over to see the High Cantor of Mephistar - and, as they had found, a spy of Baalzebul - settle down by the tunnel they’d travel forward into once their rest was done. 

Still, glancing over, it didn’t escape Haarlep how she wasn’t always focused on the tunnel at all. Over and over through that night she’d turn to glance to the spot where Raphael slept, chewing her lower lip bloody, saying nothing.

***

“You’re doing it wrong!”

“No, I am not.”

The knife slices through skin and fat, through muscle and sinew as if through butter. The incision opens to reveal the organs inside, some still almost pulsing, saturated with blood. He can open bodies artfully and efficiently, a skill he took great pains to master. But his unholy Father was right - to slaughter and butcher with a clear mind keeps the urges at bay. 

He knows now that the Urge only takes him when he’s gone too long without shedding blood in Bhaal’s name. As long as he keeps at it, as long as the Chosen of Bhaal gives his master his due, that madness shall never seize him again. What does the pouting child trying to snatch the knife from his hands know of all this?

She never experienced the Urge.  Though born and raised in the cult of Bhaal, she is no pure bhaalspawn like himself. It is as his butler says: weeds that sprung from Bhaal's loins, her and Sarevok both. He is the Chosen for a reason, and Orin could use a reminder.

“You’re making it boring. Dry as bone.” Orin huffs, barely tall enough to reach his hip and yet so convinced, somehow, that she would make a more artful work of it all. She has talents - her mother’s corpse could testify as much, if it could speak - but knowing when to keep her mouth shut is not among them. “Grandfather was right. It made no sense to make you the Chosen. You didn’t even grow up here. Lord Bhaal made you and threw you out, and then the butler found you and dragged you back in like a stray.”

“Yet, I am Bhaal's Chosen,” he replies, breathing out slowly as he makes the next cut. The liver comes out whole, not a nick on it, and he places it in the first empty jar.

“And it’s not fair.” A whiny quality to her voice, the kind which may be expected from a girl of twelve but certainly not from an Unholy Assassin of Bhaal. And somehow, Orin is both. “I did everything right. I am  the youngest ever assassin. You didn’t claim the mantle until you were six-and-ten!”

The Chosen of Bhaal scoffs lightly. He doesn’t so much look up from the corpse he’s gutting, almost inebriated by the scent of blood. He has never looked towards Orin, who is just a voice somewhere on his left. “If you wish to question Bhaal’s judgment, do go ahead.”

“... I will be his Chosen one day.”

She may as well have told him that she intends to kill him, because that is precisely what her words amount to. Twirling the knife between his fingers, a heart in his other hand, the Chosen knows that there is a simple way to keep her from ever trying - slaughtering her, there and now. It is nothing, he knows, which would cause all that much anger from his lord father. Nothing he could not atone for before she is forgotten, one more bhaalspawn that failed to make a mark, never to be mourned. He’s thought of just ending the girl many times. 

And yet, he never does. He does not know what stays his hand, nor does he wonder too hard about it. She lives and one day, it will save him - put him on a path he would have otherwise never had a chance to walk. Orin will save him, not meaning to, in her pettiness and pain.

And she will be doomed either way. 

SHE WALKS IN MY DOMAIN NOW.

Bhaal’s voice is everywhere, and the Chosen cries out, dropping the knife, grasping his head. It screams and pounds, his brain a mass of shrieking agony. The smell of blood chokes him.

BATHED IN BLOOD, UNDER A RED SKY WITH A RED SUN, AT THE END OF TIME. A DOMAIN YOU SHALL NEVER SEE. YOU ARE NO SON OF MINE. BUT SHE BELONGS TO ME STILL. MINE FROM THE START, AND YOU COULD NEVER SAVE HER. 

Durge lets out a gargling scream, and falls on their knees. There is a voice through their own scream, through the pain - voices, several, and they’re voices they know. 

"Durge!"

"Love, can you hear--"

"Hey, soldier--!"

They follow their companions' voices as they pull them, again, away from the nightmare of Bhaal’s grasp.

***

“It was only a nightmare, I promise. I’ll be fine.”

It was the truth, but it still took a while for the others to truly believe them, and to sit back. Astarion was still grasping their hand, and Halsin too was not moving far. Out of the corner of their eye Durge had seen Raphael reaching out, too, before he seemingly thought better of it and pulled his hand away. He still looked concerned, though, and Durge made a point to grin at him. 

“My apologies. I suspect you had better awakenings than that,” they said, and Raphael stared a moment before he scoffed. 

“Rest assured, I had worse ones as well,” he said, and breathed out.

Durge chuckled, but in the back of his mind he could still hear it - Orin’s cries at the dawning realization of how she’d truly come to be, of the horror of it all. For a brief moment, there had been an opening… one Bhaal had been quick to close, before Durge could try to reach out. 

“No. Not him, not him... I did all this for him. Everything... everything ...!”

“No, Orin. You did this for me.”

"Bhaal... Father, they lie to me. They lie!"

“Hush, child. No more doubts, no more fears, no more Orin. Become murder.”

And that had been the end of it, with the sound of bones and sinews snapping and reshaping - the Slayer forced upon an unwilling, screaming Chosen who’d found out in the worst way that to be chosen is to be owned. The only reward that came from serving Bhaal was pain, blood and death. The only gifts he bestowed upon his children, at the end of it all. 

“How’s your head, soldier?” Karlach was asking, snapping Durge from their thoughts. They grimaced 

“Hurts as usual, but it will dull. Don’t worry. I am quite used to--”

“May I?”

Durge hadn’t noticed Lady Antilia coming closer, but there she was crouching before them. She held up a hand over their forehead, not touching but almost, and then she began to sing. It was not in any language Durge recognized - it was Infernal, so grating and yet so oddly melodic - but they could recognize a song of healing. 

A powerful one, too: soon, the agony in their skull had shrunk to a dull throb. That never went away, but they had long since learned to live with it. By the time the High Cantor pulled back, Durge was letting out a long sigh of relief. “Thank you,” they said. “That was very helpful.”

A smile. “You’re quite welcome. Your sister must have been unpleasant indeed, for you to cry her name in your nightmares.”

Ah. They hadn’t realized as much. Durge drew in a long breath, and looked away. “She met an unpleasant fate at the hands of Bhaal. I’d hoped I could pull her away from the brink, too, but there was never a chance.” They cleared their throat. “How long did we sleep before…?”

“Before you began screaming like a gremishka in heat?” Astarion quipped, still holding onto their hand. “Not a clue, love.”

“I’d say about six hours,” Haarlep replied, and glanced at Lady Antilia as though to seek confirmation. She nodded. 

“That seems accurate. But I am unfamiliar with the amount of rest mortals need.”

“Ah, it varies. Halsin and I are good to go.” Astarion shrugged. “But the others are usually at least functional after six hours. Are you?” he asked, glancing over. 

Karlach grinned. “Let us have some breakfast, and we’re good,” she said, and that was it. It was an even simpler and quicker meal than the previous dinner had been, and soon they were on their feet again, ready to march on towards Cania with Lady Antilia leading them.

And as she walked ahead of them no one noticed - how could they? - the somber expression on her face.

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[mariacallous]

So risky has the Red Sea become since Houthi militants started their attacks on shipping that, since late November, over 350 container ships—plus all manner of tankers, bulk carriers, car carriers, and other merchant vessels—have diverted to other routes. That means massive logistical challenges that involve not just new charts and more fuel but getting crews and cargo to alternative staging posts. Because shipping is extraordinarily efficient, most won’t notice a thing. But if the attacks on shipping continue, we’ll start paying for the service. And we would do well to anticipate Houthi-like campaigns in other waters.

Not a day passes without more turbulence in the Red Sea. Since Christmas Eve, the inlet that links countries including Egypt and Saudi Arabia has seen multiple Houthi attacks, including against a Swiss-owned container ship and a Norwegian tanker.

Drama in the Red Sea is, of course, nothing new, going all the way back to the biblical book of Exodus. Yet today’s users of the Red Sea can’t hope for divine intervention. To be sure, the U.S. military has launched Operation Sea Guardian to protect Red Sea shipping, and since Christmas Eve the force has, among other things, shot down 12 attack drones and five missiles launched by the Yemen-based, Iran-backed Houthis. But counterfire from Western navies in response to Houthi attacks doesn’t yield the sort of chartable sailing environment shipping lines need. It may help solve the problem in the long-term, but it does little right now.

What’s more, it’s unclear which ships can expect escort. The French Navy seems to prioritize French-flagged vessels, but—as I have often discussed in Foreign Policy’s pages—most vessels sail under a flag of convenience, are owned in one country and managed in another, have foreign crew members, and carry cargo between altogether other places.

What qualifies as a U.S., or French, or Norwegian vessel in the Red Sea can be deeply uncertain. And shipping—and most importantly, the insurers—is all about reducing risk. That means the largest shipping lines have instead begun diverting their ships to other routes. By Dec. 24, some 280 box ships had already been rerouted, as had lots of tankers, bulk carriers, car carriers, and other merchant vessels. (By Dec. 27, Maersk and CMA CGM had announced they would gradually returning to the Red Sea—but if the situation continues to deteriorate they can divert again.)

That means a sudden procession of ships taking the much longer route via the Cape of Good Hope on South Africa’s southwestern coast. “Shipping companies are extremely busy right now,” Cormac McGarry, a maritime analyst at consultancy Control Risks, told Foreign Policy. “They’ve been working over Christmas, changing routes. The first thing that happens when you divert is the legal aspect—a clause in shipping contracts allows shipping lines to divert if there’s a war risk. And then you have to decide where to divert your ships to.” The Cape of Good Hope route, which the Suez Canal’s construction once made redundant for long-distance cargo, is suddenly en vogue again.

As large parts of the global public now know, traveling via the Cape of Good Hope rather than the Suez Canal adds an additional 10 to 12 days of sailing—and a completely different route for captains and their top lieutenants to chart. But that’s perhaps the easiest part. “Planning a new route doesn’t take much time when working with electronic charts, but rounding the Cape does bring new considerations,” a senior officer who works on the largest types of container ships told Foreign Policy.

Those new, and thorny, considerations include getting crews and cargo to where they need to be—because, in many cases, ships’ current crews are scheduled to finish their rotations and other seafarers are waiting to take over. “If you’re going around South Africa, you may need to stop somewhere during the journey for bunkering and change of crews,” McGarry pointed out. “And if you’re changing a crew out of somewhere in southern Africa rather [than] somewhere around Suez, you need to change where they fly to and from.”

McGarry said ordinarily ships might change crews and cargo near the canal; now, the changes will need to occur in places such as Mombasa, Kenya; Durban, South Africa; Dar es Salaam, Tanzania; or Gran Canaria, one of Spain’s Canary Islands. Just before Christmas, Mombasa and Dar es Salaam were reporting a massive spike in ship arrivals; in the case of Dar es Salaam, the sudden rush had resulted in a 16-day wait to refuel. “ [Diversion] can be done, and the shipping lines are doing,” McGarry said. “But it brings additional costs.”

Those costs are there whatever route the ships take: Journeys through the Red Sea bring hefty war risk premiums, and the Cape of Good Hope route brings additional fuel costs, not to mention the costs of rerouting crews and cargo. Several shipping lines have already imposed surcharges for their services. The delays and extra costs may, in fact, merely be the first chapter in the geopolitically connected turbulence facing global shipping and, as a result, the globalized economy.

The Red Sea turbulence is also bringing trouble to nearby countries. With ships spending as little time as possible in the Red Sea, countries such as Sudan and Eritrea—whose only ports are located on the Red Sea—will struggle to get ships to call at their ports. Egypt, the custodian of the Suez Canal, is already suffering. And with less traffic through the canal, shipping to Mediterranean countries such as Greece, Italy, and Turkey will become especially cumbersome.

Iran, in fact, seems to have concluded that the Houthis’ experiment in the Red Sea has been so successful that it bears repeating in the Mediterranean. “They shall soon await the closure of the Mediterranean Sea, [the Strait of] Gibraltar and other waterways,” Brig. Gen. Mohammad Reza Naqdi, the coordinating commander of Iran’s Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps, told Iranian media on Dec. 23, apparently referring to the international community.

Spare a thought for the world’s seafarers and shipping logisticians—there’s no holiday break for 2024’s troubled waters.

[kazscrows]

Six of Crows Reread🪶

Chapter 46: Pekka

I know this chapter happens but I cannot for the life of me remember anything about it

So this should be fun

Like reading it again for the first time

Poor Nina already sounds worse for wear because of the parem…

Pekka describes her as jutting bones and dark hollows, trembling hands…

She leaned against a giant Fjerdan with a shaved head and grim blue eyes. He was huge, probably former military. Good muscle to have around. Where did Kaz Brekker find these people?

Wait Matthias is bald—

When did that happen??

And Kaz just knows how to find the right people

It’s called making friends.. sort of and being kind.. ish

He’s also just a little lucky

The little canal rat had managed to make it to the Ice Court after all.

It was a good thing, too. If not for Kaz Brekker, Rollins would still be sitting in a cell in that damned Fjerdan prison waiting for another round of torture – or maybe looking down from a pike atop the ringwall.

This is the last time Pekka will think Kaz ever did anything to be glad about

…he’d seen him around the Barrel a few times. The boy had come from nowhere and been a slew of trouble since. But he was still just a lieutenant, not a general, a terrier nipping at Rollins’ ankles.

You created him Pekka

Ooh flashback to the ominous prison cell scene

“Hello, Brekker,” Rollins had said. “Come to gloat?”

“Not exactly. You know me?”

Rollins had shrugged. “Sure, you’re the little skiv who keeps stealing my customers.”

The look that passed over the boy’s face then had taken Rollins aback. It was hatred – pure, black, long simmering. What have I ever done to this little pissant? But in seconds the look was gone, and Rollins wondered if he’d imagined it altogether.

Ha- there and then gone again

“What do you want, Brekker?”

The boy had stood there, something bleak and mad in his gaze. “I want to do you a favour.”

It probably took everything in Kaz not to kill him right then and there

And then he offers him a favor on top of it!

“Why the hell would you help me?”

“You weren’t meant to die here.”

Somehow it sounded like a curse.

Oh it is

Just wait for Kaz’s vengeance…

And the Wraith-

“I owe you, Brekker,” Rollins had said as the boy exited his cell, hardly believing his luck.

Brekker had glanced back at him, his dark eyes like caverns. “Don’t worry, Rollins. You’ll pay.”

Yes, yes he will

Man we probably won’t get something like this on screen anymore

Will Pekka even be at the ice court?

Why did they already do Kaz’s revenge plot in the show???

Ughhh

He stood in the middle of Rollins’ opulent office looking like a dark blot of ink, his face grim, his hands resting on a crow-handled walking stick.

Wow this description of Kaz

He’s a stain in Pekka’s “kingdom”

Kaz just casually asking Pekka for two hundred thousand dollars (kruge)

He offers his shares for the club and fifth harbor too and it’s obviously painful for him

So maybe it’s not so casual actually

It’s weird how the show has flipped this all around

Pekka already has fifth.. he got the club.. it’s already been destroyed..

I don’t get why they did that

It’ll be… interesting to see what they do in the spin-off now to say the least

Rollins leaned back and pressed his fingers together. “It’s not enough, you know. Not to go to war with the Merchant Council.”

“It is for this crew.”

“This crew?” Rollins said with a snort. “I can’t believe you sorry lot were the ones to successfully raid the Ice Court.”

“Believe it.”

Kaz, if not saints, what do you believe in?

My Crows

SaB s1e7

“Van Eck is going to put you in the ground.”

“Others have tried. Somehow I keep coming back from the dead.”

“I respect your drive, kid. And I understand. You want your money; you want the Wraith back; you want a bit of Van Eck’s hide—”

“No,” said Brekker, his voice part rasp, part growl. “When I come for Van Eck, I won’t just take what’s mine. I’ll carve his life hollow. I’ll burn his name from the ledger. There will be nothing left.”

Just like when he eventually comes for you

Such a banger quote

Kaz really has never had a bad track

Pekka Rollins couldn’t count the threats he’d heard, the men he’d killed, or the men he’d seen die, but the look in Brekker’s eye still sent a chill slithering up his spine. Some wrathful thing in this boy was begging to get loose, and Rollins didn’t want to be around when it slipped its leash.

lol it’s already too late for you Pekka

When he held out his hand to shake on the deal, Brekker’s grip was knuckle-crushing.

“You don’t remember me at all, do you?” the boy asked.

“Should I?”

“Not just yet.” That black thing flickered behind Brekker’s eyes.

“The deal is the deal,” said Rollins, eager to be done with this strange lot.

“The deal is the deal.”

Watch your back Pekka…

Or don’t

Actually don’t

RIP (Rest In Pieces)

“What’s with those gloves he wears?” the bruiser asked.

“A bit of theatre, I suspect. Who knows? Who cares?”

Or you know… it’s just Kaz’s greatest weakness.. his greatest shame…

Rollins reached for his watch. It had to be about time for the dealers to change shifts, and he liked to supervise them himself.

“Son of a *****,” he exclaimed a second later.

“What is it, boss?”

Rollins held up his watch chain. A turnip was hanging from the fob where his diamond-studded timepiece should have been. “That little bastard—” Then a thought came to him. He reached for his wallet. It was gone. So was his tie pin, the Kaelish coin pendant he wore for luck, and the gold buckles on his shoes. Rollins wondered if he should check the fillings in his teeth.

I am CACKLING

No one got one over on Pekka Rollins. No one dared. But Brekker had, and Rollins wondered if that was just the beginning.

“Doughty,” he said, “I think we’d best say a prayer for Jan Van Eck.”

Oh it’s definitely only the beginning

And you better save your prayers for yourself

Rollins straightened the knot of his pinless tie and headed down to the casino floor. The problem of Kaz Brekker could wait to be solved another day. Right now there was money to be made.

And that’s what we call a very big mistake my friends

What an idiot

Thats the end folks! Six of Crows finished!

Crooked Kingdom reread… coming soon…

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{ I’m gonna slap down a lil update for y’all !

My drive to be on Tumblr has been sporadic due to my mental health at the moment. There’s some IRL things going on, BPD is flaring up, yadda yadda. Negative things I won’t delve into.

BUT

On the absolute BRIGHT SIDE

Monday - I’m getting some teefies removed that has been needing this for YEARS. But I had been unable to find a place I could afford. Shocker (sarcasm)

Everytime I found a place, they either did NOT accept my insurance, or when they DID my insurance went “LOL NAW NOT GONNA COVER THIS ALL” and would do bare minimum. But this place offers some good options to help pay~

Dental is so damn expensive. (But then again this insurance DID decide to try and pick which inhaler is ‘best for me’ and that almost ended in my death at work a few years back sssooooooooo-)

NONETHELESS! I’m excited for Monday - And after the removals there’s a root canal I gotta schedule. }

[datoneboardedguy]

Avatar: Legend of Korra Fanfiction - Korra x OC Male Reader.

(DISCLAIMER’S: I DON’T OWN THE LEGEND OF KORRA IP OR IT’S CHARACTERS! & THIS IS A NON CANON FANFICTION THAT ISN’T CONSTRAINED BY THE LIMITATIONS OF THE OFFICIAL AVATAR LOK CANON & ANY ATTEMPT’S TO SILENCE THIS FANFIC IS A BLATANT VIOLATION OF MY FREE SPEECH RIGHT’S!)

Chapter 8: Legacies..

M/R’S POV:

A couple of days have gone by since I nearly got a roasting of a lifetime by pretty woman, I have been on the road since that night hitchhiking left & right. I’ve met some really weird people who’ve developed an unhealthy obsession for Cabbage Corp Cabbages & some very exotic travelers who can’t stop singing everything they say while constantly drinking Cactus Juices of all kinds. I eventually arrived at small village that’s bustling with life, as I’m checking out the local food market an elderly man started starring at me. He seemed to have recognised me even though I didn’t know him he calls me over “Hey kid come over here!” As I reached his food stall he asked “Hello there young lad welcome to Nox’s Tofu Stand, what can I get ya?..” I looked at his food selection as he sets up his recent batch of cooked dishes for display & a specific smell invaded my nasal canals & refused to let me go until I sniffed it out ordered it & pointed at the specific dish asked the stall owner “I’ll take that dish please.” “Alright lad, one dish of spicy steamed chicken Tofu coming right up!” As he sees my visible excitement & anticipation for my order he raises an eyebrow & curiously asks “Say kid would you like to have any ’mushrooms’ added to your ..meal?” I instantly respond “Ugh No thanks, it always disagrees with me..” then Nox’s eyes widened in realisation & points to me while saying “I know you now, you’re Rick’s boy!” Then my eyes widened as I ask “You knew my father?!..” “I sure did boy he used to talk about you all the time& how used to cradle you to sleep with bad jokes when you were a wee little baby!” He then sadly looks down as he says “I also heard about your father’s passing in the line of duty, I’m soo sorry for your loss your father was a good kid.” I then wiped away a tear & asked “Did they mention how he died?” He closed his eyes & sighs “Word is that he was murdered while stopping a prisoner who murdered his own mother from escaping.” The revelation of my farther’s murder being pinned on me is just unbelievable It’s more unbelievable that everyone buys it. As Nox notices how upset I’m getting he pulls out my freshly cooked meal & hands it to me saying “Here kid, your meal’s ready.” As reach into my satchel to pay him he simply puts his hand up & says “You don’t ever have to worry about paying kid, it’s on the house.” “You don’t need to do that for me, you work hard & deserve to be just like everyone else.”- “Your farther dedicated his entire life to helping & protecting others, you don’t ever need to worry about paying for your orders. Just don’t go overboard kid, I don’t want you to start overeating.” “Heh, I won’t. Hey you know where the Town inn is?..” “It’s just that building on the right across that bridge but before ya go I got something that ya have to see kid.” “What about your food stall?”- “Oh don’t worry, it’s fine I’m closing the stall anyway.” He says as he grabs his things & we head off.

Korra’s POV:

After I nearly hurt someone trying to fight my inner demons & easily dealt with a couple of mugger’s I get run over by an oncoming Satomobile thankfully I’m not hurt too much & as I get up I see small white Dog barking at me from a nearby alleyway, started following him to a nearby swamp only for it to turn into the little yellow spirit from before “Wait, I met you from the Tree of Time. You should’ve told me who you were.” “If I did would you’ve followed me?!” “Okay I get your point, why did you bring me here? What am I gonna find in a swamp?” “Not a what, a who.” He says as he flies ahead & I lose sight of him, as I rush behind I shouted “No wait, ..come back!” Trying to catch up only to find myself once again. Just staring at me “You’re just in my mind, y-you’re not real!” I say as she starts Fire bending blasts of flames at me knocking me back, I get up & attack back with two waterbending streams, she dodges them with ease then bends fire, water & earth based attacks at me all at once, knocking me down into another section of the swamp. She strikes down at me with a fire kick & then sends me back further into the muddy ground with a water strike. I get up & try to make a break for it as she shoots another fireball my way, I earthbend a rock back towards her & air jump my way up the nearest tree. She then hooked up my right ankle with with her chains, a puddle of the silver poison that almost killed me years ago then formed around her feet & she started slowly sinking into it pulling me back down into the puddle of silver poison. I tried holding onto the tree branch I was hanging onto but in the end it was no use as I’m pulled out the tree & into the puddle of poison & all I can do before I’m pulled under is scream “H-HELP!” then everything went black.

Hours later-

I’m woken up by a ray of moonlight shining in my face through a hole in a cave as I hear an old lady’s voice saying “Feeling better?” I get up & see a hunched over old woman cooking food by the fire & ask “Where am I? ..What happened?” “I was hoping you’d tell me, I found you passed out in the mud.” “How did you know I was out there?” “I’m pretty tapped into the goings on around here. ..What brings you to the swamp anyway?” “A spirit led me here & told me I was supposed to find someone, is that you?” “Beats me, but if your Avatar Senses led you here you should probably listen to them.” “Wait, you recognise me?” I ask as I stand up & slowly approach her “In a matter of speaking, we were good friends in your previous life.” I then bend a small flame in my hand to get a better look at this woman, only to see those grey eyes blankly staring off into the distance as she turns around to face me then I now recognise her “I-I can’t believe it, Toph?!” She giggles at hearing name & “Hello Twinkle Toes!..”

M/R’s POV:

It’s now nighttime & we’re on the other end of town approaching an old apartment building that’s filled up with people, every Apartment door we pass is bustling with life inside of it until we reach the door that is dead silent Apartment 97. “We’re here kid.” Nox then pulls out the keys to this apartment door, unlocks it then he backs away & tells me “Go on kid, open the door.” “Okay?..” I turn the doorknob & opened the door, we walk into apartment as I’m looking around before curiously asking “Is this your apartment sir?” He simply says “Nah kid, it belonged to your father & now ..it’s yours.” “What?!..” he then pulls out & hands me a family picture of my father, mother & me as a baby standing in front of the Sounther Watertribe ice sculptured water fountain, my father is holding me between them as he’s uncomfortably staring at me while I’m picking my father’s nose as my mother’s just laughing. “Your father asked me to house sit wherever he was on duty keeping him away from his home for several days at a time. Just before left for his shift’s he always used to hand me that photo just in case he didn’t come back but of course he always did until he didn’t.” I then looked down sadly, eyes started welling up as Nox continued talking “Ever since then I’ve been making sure that the Plants watered, the Apartments well maintained just like Rick left it, keeping his bills paid & preserving as much of his legacy as I can.” *Sniffs* “Thank you..” “It’s okay kid, it’s the least I can do. If you ever need anything kid anything I’m only down the hall.” “Wait, I thought you said didn’t live here?” “I only said this isn’t me apartment. I didn’t say that I didn’t live in the building, ya only assumed that I didn’t live the building..” Nox slyly remarked as he walks out of the apartment he turned back to say “Oh & M/R, ..welcome home kid.” Then shuts the door. I sigh being too tired to do any exercise so just quickly use the loo & see the Cactus Plant that Nox’s just told me about & I get a cup of water & pour it into the Cactus soil i then see an inscription on pot that says “Love Always Sprouts, If You Let It Grow.” As I read I slowly started crying into the night..

End of Chapter!-

[munsonslove]

update on the tooth hurting thing i posted about like a week ago. my dentist appointment is tomorrow but i’m p sure i have a dead tooth. there’s like a lump on my gums and i think my tooth is changing in color a little?? but also idk it might be me being paranoid. i’m not really worried about it hurting or anything if they have to do a root canal or something but i am worried my insurance won’t cover it, cause like i cannot pay for it lmaoooo

anyway guess we’ll see tomorrow. keep me in your thots n prayers that it’s just some type of inflammation or something that’ll go away with antibiotics

[qnewsau]

Miriam Margolyes is heading out on a New Zealand road trip

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Miriam Margolyes is heading out on a New Zealand road trip

Actress, author and international treasure Miriam Margolyes is heading out on another road trip docuseries on the ABC in the new year.

The outspoken British-Australian documentarian charmed us all in her previous two ABC docuseries Almost Australian, Australia Unmasked and Impossibly Australian, as she takes a minivan across the country to meet Aussies from all walks of life. All three of those series are streaming on ABC iview if you haven’t seen them.

Now the ABC has announced Miriam Margolyes: Made in NZ will screen on the ABC in 2025.

“I’m learning my lines for a role in a new film [Holy Days] playing an elderly nun,” Miriam explains.

“In a first for me, the film will be set in New Zealand. I’m very excited about it. But even though it’s just three hours from my home in Sydney, I don’t know anything about New Zealand.

“It seems unforgivable to be so ignorant about a country that’s always been Australia’s closest friend and ally.

“Before I play a New Zealander, I’ve got a campervan to tour the country’s two main islands.

“I want to find out how being a New Zealander is different from being an Aussie. What sets our two countries apart?

“I haven’t got a flying fart of an idea. I need to learn, what is the identity of New Zealand?”

Miriam Margolyes gives candid health update

Miriam Margolyes, known for her acting roles in Harry Potter and Call the Midwife, has been a British-Australian dual citizen for over a decade.

She’s been with her Aussie partner Heather Sutherland since 1968.

In July, Miriam gave a candid update on her health, saying that she knows she “hasn’t got long to live”.

The 83-year-old underwent heart surgery to replace her aortic valve last year. Miriam also shared she’s living with spinal stenosis.

The condition impacts the lower back or neck when the spinal canal narrows and puts pressure on the spinal cord and nerves.

“When you know that you haven’t got long to live – and I’m probably going to die within the next five or six years, if not before – I’m loath to leave behind performing. It’s such a joy,” she told UK’s Telegraph.

“I yearn to play roles that don’t confine me to wheelchairs, but I’m just not strong enough.”

The outspoken octagenarian says she keeps working because her financial situation plays on her mind.

“I’m worried that I won’t have enough money for carers when I finally get paralysed or whatever it is that’s going to happen to me,” Miriam told Radio Times.

“I’m saving up cash so that I can pay people to look after me and my partner.

“We don’t have children, so I need to make sure I’m going to be looked after in the way that I’ve become accustomed.”

Miriam Margolyes released her second book last year and says she’s tapped into a lucrative side hustle: making hundreds of thousands through personalised video site Cameo.

“[The videos are] usually to celebrate someone’s birthday, wedding anniversary or marriage. I’ve got 30 of them to do today,” she told Radio Times.

“I find my [late-in-life popularity] puzzling and very gratifying. I can’t totally explain it. But I do credit Graham Norton with a great deal of my success.

“I was always told that I would come into my own when I was older. I just didn’t know I would have to be this old for it to happen.”

More on Miriam Margolyes:

Expert storyteller Miriam releases her second book

Miriam kikis with Broken Hill drag queen Shelita Buffet

Miriam goes to her first ever Pride parade in Tasmania

Cover girl Miriam Margolyes poses nude in first Vogue shoot

For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

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Can I Exercise After Root Canal

Can I Exercise After a Root Canal? Understanding the Timelines and Recommendations

Experiencing a root canal can be daunting, and you may have many questions about what activities are safe afterward. One common question is, "Can I exercise after a root canal?" The short answer is yes, but there are several factors to consider. Understanding the guidelines can help ensure your recovery is smooth and without complications.

After a root canal treatment, your body will require some time to heal. Exercising too soon or too intensely can lead to discomfort or complications, so it's essential to listen to your body and your dentist's advice.

Understanding the Recovery Timeline

Your recovery timeline largely depends on your specific situation, including the extent of your dental work and your overall health. Here’s a rough timeline that may help you gauge when it could be safe for you to resume exercising:

First 24 hours: It’s generally recommended to rest. Avoid strenuous activities and exercise.

Day 2 to Day 3: You may begin light activities, such as walking. Aim for low-impact exercise to avoid putting pressure on your mouth.

After one week: If you’re feeling better, you can gradually introduce moderate activities like yoga or light cardio. Pay attention to how your body feels.

1-2 weeks after: Most people can start to engage in their regular workout routines, depending on how they feel.

Always consult your dentist for tailored advice regarding your recovery timeline, especially if you experience unusual symptoms like swelling or prolonged pain.

Factors to Consider Before Exercising

Before jumping back into your workout regimen, consider the following:

Pain Levels: If you are still experiencing significant discomfort, it’s best to hold off on any exercise that could exacerbate the pain.

Medications: If you are on painkillers or antibiotics, they can impact your ability to exercise safely. Make sure to ask your dentist how these medications could affect your activity levels.

Swelling: If you notice swelling in your face or gums, exercise may contribute to inflammation. It’s wise to wait until the swelling decreases.

Hydration: Staying hydrated can promote faster healing. Ensure you are drinking enough water, especially when you start exercising.

Type of Exercise: Choose low-impact exercises that won’t put pressure on your mouth or jaw. Walking, gentle stretching, and light yoga are excellent options initially.

Recommended Exercises

Here are some exercise ideas you can consider during your recovery:

Walking: A simple and effective way to stay active without straining yourself.

Yoga: Focus on gentle poses that promote relaxation and stretching without putting pressure on the mouth.

Light swimming: A great way to engage in low-impact cardio, but be sure to avoid swishing water in your mouth.

When to Return to High-Intensity Workouts

Returning to high-intensity workouts depends on how you feel. If you feel up to it after a week or two, gradually incorporate weights or running. However, consult your dentist if you’re unsure. Listen to your body to avoid re-injury or complications.

While it is possible to exercise after a root canal, timing and careful consideration are key. Always prioritize your recovery. If you feel any adverse symptoms while working out, stop immediately and consult your dentist.

After a root canal, remember to take it easy at first. Your mouth needs time to heal, and easing back into exercise can help in promoting recovery. It’s all about balance—stay active, but do so in a way that respects your healing process.

The Importance of Post-Procedure Care Following a Root Canal

After undergoing a root canal, many patients focus on the immediate relief from dental pain. However, post-procedure care is crucial for a smooth recovery and the overall success of the treatment. Understanding how to care for yourself following a root canal can significantly impact your healing. Here, we explore essential guidelines and tips to ensure your recovery goes as smoothly as possible.

Understanding Your Procedure

First, it’s vital to understand what a root canal entails. This treatment removes the infected tissue from the inside of your tooth, cleaning it out and sealing it to prevent further issues. While this process alleviates pain, it can also leave your tooth sensitive post-treatment. Knowing this can help set realistic expectations for your recovery.

Immediate Aftercare

Directly following your root canal, there are key steps you should take:

Rest: Allow yourself time to recuperate.

Avoid hard foods: Stick to soft foods for the first few days to prevent any discomfort.

Pain management: Follow your dentist’s recommendations for pain relief, whether it's prescribed medication or over-the-counter options like ibuprofen or acetaminophen.

Dietary Considerations

Your diet can play a significant role in how well and how quickly you heal after a root canal. Here are some food items to keep in mind:

Soft foods: Mashed potatoes, yogurt, and smoothies are excellent for minimizing discomfort.

Cold drinks: Ice water or herbal teas can help soothe inflammation.

Avoid: Hot or spicy foods, nuts, or anything excessively chewy that could irritate your tooth.

Be Mindful of Oral Hygiene

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Oral hygiene is essential after a root canal. You should continue to brush and floss gently around the treated area. Here are a few tips to maintain excellent oral hygiene:

Gentle care: Use a soft-bristled toothbrush to avoid further irritation.

Saltwater rinses: A warm saltwater rinse can help keep the area clean and reduce swelling.

Regular dental check-ups: Schedule follow-up appointments as advised by your dentist to monitor your healing.

Recognizing Signs of Complications

While it's important to focus on recovery, being vigilant for potential complications can also help ensure a successful outcome. Here are signs that you might need to contact your dentist:

Increased swelling: Some swelling is normal, but if it worsens, seek help.

Persistent pain: If you experience significant discomfort that doesn’t improve, it may indicate an issue.

Fever or chills: These can be signs of infection and should be evaluated immediately.

Limit Physical Activity

For a few days following your procedure, it is recommended to limit physical activities. Strenuous exercises can increase blood flow and possibly lead to more swelling or discomfort. Instead, aim for light activities such as walking or gentle stretching to keep your body active without overexerting yourself.

Be Aware of Anesthesia Effects

If you received anesthesia during your root canal, be cautious as its effects can linger. Avoid hot drinks and sharp foods until you fully regain feeling in your mouth to prevent accidental injuries.

Plan for Follow-Up Treatments

Understand that a root canal often requires additional treatments, such as a crown placement, to fully restore the tooth. Discuss your next steps with your dentist and make sure to follow through with your treatment plan.

In essence, paid attention to post-procedure care is essential following a root canal. By following these guidelines, you not only encourage healing but also safeguard the long-term success of your dental health. Remember, always consult your dentist for personalized advice tailored to your specific situation.

Light vs. Intense Physical Activity: What’s Safe After Dental Surgery?

After dental surgery, many people are eager to return to their regular activities, including exercise. However, understanding the distinction between light and intense physical activity is crucial for your recovery process. This guide will help you determine what types of exercises are safe following dental procedures.

Consider the Type of Dental Procedure

The first step in deciding whether you can exercise post-surgery is to consider the type of dental procedure you had. Simple procedures like cleanings or fillings usually require minimal downtime. On the other hand, surgeries such as tooth extractions or root canals can be more invasive.

In general, it's wise to err on the side of caution when you've undergone a dental surgery that involved anesthesia or incisions. Always consult your dentist for personal recommendations tailored to your situation.

What Constitutes Light Physical Activity?

Light physical activity is often safe immediately after dental surgery. This can include:

Walking at a comfortable pace

Gentle stretching techniques

Light household chores

Engaging in light activity helps promote circulation without putting too much strain on your recovery. Make sure to listen to your body and stop if you feel any discomfort or pain.

When to Avoid Intense Physical Activity

Intense physical activity should generally be avoided for at least 24 to 48 hours after surgery. This includes exercises that elevate your heart rate significantly, such as:

Running or jogging

High-intensity interval training (HIIT)

Weightlifting with heavy resistance

Competitive sports

Diving straight back into high-intensity workouts increases the risk of complications, such as excess bleeding or swelling, and can hinder the healing process. Always prioritize your well-being over your workout routine.

Signs That Your Body Needs Rest

Monitoring how you feel is essential during your recovery. There are specific signs that indicate you should rest rather than push through with your exercise routine:

Increased swelling around the surgical site

Pain that intensifies with movement

Gauze that becomes soaked with blood after activity

Dizziness or lightheadedness

If you notice any of these symptoms, take a break from exercising and consult your dentist for advice.

Gradual Return to Intense Activity

Once you feel ready to return to more intense workouts, do so gradually. Start with lower-intensity versions of your preferred exercises, and slowly increase the intensity based on how your body responds. Keep these tips in mind:

Listen to your body: If something doesn't feel right, take a step back.

Stay hydrated: Dehydration can impair recovery, so drink plenty of water.

Maintain a balanced diet: Proper nutrition can facilitate quicker healing and energy levels.

Typically, it’s safe to return to more vigorous exercise about a week after your surgery, but again, this can vary. Always consult your dentist or oral surgeon for their guidance tailored to you.

The Importance of Post-Operative Care

Your recovery period is vital. Beyond just managing your workouts, adhering to post-operative instructions can make a significant difference. Don't forget to:

Take prescribed medications as directed.

Keep the surgical area clean and avoid disturbing it.

Attend all follow-up appointments to monitor your healing.

Taking care of yourself during this time will not only ensure a smoother recovery but can also prepare you for a comeback to your fitness routine.

Balancing the need to exercise with the imperative of healing is key after dental surgery. By distinguishing between light and intense physical activity and understanding when to return to your routine, you can ensure a successful recovery and maintain your health.

Signs You Should Wait Before Exercising After a Root Canal

Experiencing a root canal can be daunting, and after the procedure, many people wonder about their ability to engage in physical activity. It's important to understand when it's safe to exercise post-treatment to avoid complications and promote healing.

After your root canal, there are several signs that may indicate you should wait before resuming your exercise routine. Listening to your body is essential, and recognizing these signs can help you determine the right time to get back to your workouts.

Signs That Indicate You Should Wait to Exercise

Here are key signs to look for after a root canal:

Persistent Pain: If you are experiencing ongoing pain or discomfort near the treatment site, it’s essential to allow your body more time to heal. Pain can be a sign that your body is still recovering, and exercising might exacerbate the discomfort.

Swelling: Swelling in your face or gums following a root canal can indicate inflammation. Exercise can increase blood flow, potentially increasing swelling and delaying recovery. Monitor your swelling carefully and avoid exercise until it subsides.

Bleeding: If you notice any bleeding from the gums around the treated tooth, it could suggest a complication. Exercise can raise blood pressure, which might worsen bleeding. Ensure that this symptom resolves before returning to your fitness routine.

Medication Side Effects: Many patients are prescribed pain medications and antibiotics after a root canal. If these medications are making you drowsy or dizzy, it's wise to wait. Feeling unwell can significantly impact your performance during exercise and could also put you at risk for injury.

Difficulty Opening Your Mouth: Sometimes, after a significant dental procedure, patients experience stiffness or difficulty in opening their mouths. Strenuous activities that require rigorous jaw movement may not be advisable until you regain full mobility.

General Discomfort: Even if you're not experiencing severe pain, mild discomfort can be a sign you need to rest. Listen to your body; if you feel off, it’s okay to postpone your workout.

When Is It Safe to Return to Exercise?

When you notice improvement in the symptoms mentioned above, it might be safe to resume your normal exercise routine. Typically, it’s a good idea to wait at least 48 hours after the procedure before considering exercise. Here are some pointers on how to reintroduce physical activity:

Start Slow: When you're ready to exercise again, begin with low-impact activities like walking or gentle stretching. These exercises can help you return to your routine without putting too much strain on your body.

Stay Hydrated: Drink plenty of water, especially during workouts. Staying hydrated is crucial for recovery post-root canal.

Pay Attention to Your Body: After you start exercising, keep an eye on how you feel. If you notice any signs of discomfort, stop and rest. It’s important not to push your body too hard too soon.

Consult Your Dentist: If you're unsure whether it's the right time to start exercising, don’t hesitate to reach out to your dentist. They can provide personalized advice based on your specific condition and recovery.

Understanding how your body reacts after a root canal is crucial. Everyone’s recovery is different; thus, it’s essential to respect your limits and give yourself ample time to heal. By recognizing these signs, you can safely determine when it's the right moment to get back into your exercise routine.

Always consult your dentist if you experience concerning symptoms or if you're unsure about your readiness to resume physical activity. Taking the time to recover can lead to a more successful outcome and less risk of lasting complications. Remember, your health is the top priority. Happy healing!

Tips for Staying Active While Recovering from Dental Procedures

Recovering from dental procedures, like root canals or tooth extractions, can be uncomfortable and often requires some adjustments in your daily routine. However, staying active during your recovery can actually promote healing and keep your mood elevated. The key is to find the right balance between rest and activity. Here are some tips to help you stay active while allowing your body to heal.

Listen to Your Body

The first step to staying active during recovery is to listen to your body. Pay attention to how you feel after your dental procedure. If you experience significant pain or discomfort, allow yourself time to rest. Remember, every individual heals at their own pace, and it's crucial to avoid pushing yourself too hard.

Start with Gentle Activities

Once you feel ready to move, begin with light activities. Here are some gentle options:

Walking: Take short, leisurely walks around your home or outside. This can help with circulation and mood improvement.

Stretching: Incorporate light stretching exercises to maintain flexibility and promote relaxation.

Yoga: Gentle yoga, focusing on breathing and stretching, can be excellent for anxiety relief and keeping you active.

These activities can keep your body moving without placing too much strain on it. As you feel stronger, you can gradually increase the intensity of your workouts.

Stay Hydrated

Staying hydrated is vital during recovery. Drinking plenty of water can help with your overall health and promote healing. Adequate hydration is important for reducing swelling and maintaining energy levels. Try carrying a water bottle with you as a reminder to sip throughout the day.

Nutritious Foods

Your diet plays a major role in recovery. Focus on eating nutrient-rich foods that support healing. Consider incorporating foods such as:

Fruits: Bananas, avocados, and applesauce are great options.

Vegetables: Steamed or pureed vegetables provide essential vitamins.

Protein: Soft proteins, like yogurt, cottage cheese, and scrambled eggs, are easy to digest.

A well-balanced diet will provide your body with the energy it needs to recover while keeping you active.

Avoid High-Impact Exercises

While it's crucial to stay active, certain exercises must be put on hold until your body heals fully. Avoid high-impact activities such as:

Running or jogging

Weight lifting

Contact sports

Engaging in these activities too soon can result in further discomfort and affect your recovery time. It's best to focus on low-impact alternatives.

Incorporate Breathing Exercises

Breathing exercises can also be beneficial during recovery. They help to reduce stress and improve oxygen flow throughout your body, which can aid in healing. Take a few moments each day to practice deep, slow breathing. Inhale deeply through your nose, hold for a few seconds, then exhale slowly through your mouth.

Plan Fun, Low-Intensity Activities

To maintain your mental well-being, plan fun pastimes that require minimal physical exertion. Consider:

Reading: Dive into a book you’ve been meaning to read.

Light crafting: Engage in hobbies like knitting or coloring.

Catching up with friends: Invite friends over for a movie night.

These activities keep your mind occupied and help maintain a positive attitude during your recovery.

Follow Your Dentist's Advice

Your dentist provides personalized advice based on the specifics of your recovery. Make sure to follow their recommendations closely. They know your situation best and can guide you on when to resume more active routines based on your progress.

Stay Positive

Maintain a positive mindset. Recovery can be frustrating, but focusing on your progress and what you can do will help lighten your mood. Celebrate small milestones, whether it's increasing the distance of your walks or successfully incorporating a new healthy recipe into your diet.

Remember, staying active while recovering from dental procedures can be done carefully. By listening to your body, incorporating gentle activities, and ensuring proper nutrition and hydration, you'll not only support your healing but also help maintain a joyful outlook during your recovery process.

Conclusion

Recovering from a root canal can feel challenging, but understanding how to maintain your activity level safely is key. After your procedure, it’s essential to listen to your body and respect the timelines set by your dentist. Gentle exercises, like walking, can often be resumed within a day or two, while more intense workouts may need to wait for a week or longer. Always prioritize the importance of post-procedure care to ensure smooth recovery.

Being aware of signs that indicate you should delay exercise is crucial. Symptoms like increased swelling, prolonged pain, or bleeding should never be ignored. Engaging in light physical activity can promote circulation and aid in your recovery, but pushing too hard too soon can lead to complications.

If you're eager to stay active while healing, consider alternatives like low-impact exercises or modified routines that won't strain your mouth. Hydration and good nutrition also play an integral role in your recovery.

Ultimately, it's about finding the right balance between staying fit and allowing your body the time it needs to heal. By following your dentist’s advice and being mindful of how you feel, you can navigate the road to recovery successfully, ensuring both your dental health and fitness goals remain intact.

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Evil Sorcerers Need to Rediscover the Art of Subtlety

By Malakai Castlequill

(What follows is either a mediocre attempt at satire, or an opinion column originally published in the Wizarding Journal, "The Astute Owl.")  

In recent years, evil sorcerers have become far too ambitious.

Worse than that, their dastardly works have become boring and unoriginal.

I know this unpopular opinion will prompt bickering within the pages of this journal, and a flame war beneath the online version of this article.

But someone needed to say it.

We are deeply familiar with the scourges we have unleashed on humanity in recent years.

It almost seems superfluous to list them here.

But, hopefully, seeing them all in one place will allow us to view them in a new light.

One over-ambitious sorcerer, eager to make a name for himself, unleashed a global pandemic that killed millions of people.

That was, quite literally, overkill.

Although, even I have to admit that getting almost half of the commoners to regard the virus as a hoax, an irrational pretext for government oppression, or a superweapon intentionally unleashed by their own governments, was a mischievous touch.

But pandemics are tough, because a large enough death toll disrupts the fundamental economic lines of commerce.

And even sorcerers need to eat.

While we’re on the topic of commerce, getting a ship stuck in the Suez Canal, temporarily blocking international shipping, is the kind of curse that is more appropriate to the scale of mischief we should be looking to create.

Put simply, it was quite funny.

Although, it appears that happened on its own, without help from any of us.

We really need to learn to stay out of politics.

I know that’s an unpopular opinion, but hear me out.

I understand why one of our rank chose to make Donald Trump president.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if we got them to elect that oafish buffoon president?”

It didn’t take much to push Trump over the edge to victory in 2016.

But once again, the curse was too large.

That buffoon captured everyone’s attention, ours included, for four long years.

You could barely think of anything else, as he chattered away in his selfish, stupid, and incoherent ways.

Regardless of the wisdom of making Trump president the first time, it was really a mistake to do it again.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if we got them to elect Trump, again?”

No, Clyde, it wouldn’t.

We’ve all seen this movie before, and quite frankly, it wasn’t worth our time, the first time.

Finally, we arrive at the most over-done curses, the ‘natural’ disasters.

Just because one person was mean to you at Mardi Gras once, Steve, doesn’t mean you should send waves of hurricanes to havoc New Orleans every few years.

The collateral suffering is disproportionate.

Besides, that rude salesman moved to Texas years ago, a sign that once again, sorcerers need to start paying attention to the finer details.

And of course that copycat Joanne started sending hurricanes to ravage Florida, after she received some unexpected charges on her hotel bill during her Palm Beach vacation.

So far, we have been able to pass off our recent rise in disproportionate retribution as the consequences of ‘global warming,’ but that trick won’t work forever.

A Personal Approach

So, how should we misuse the dark magic at our disposal?

Often, we are motivated by a desire to punish a specific person who has wronged us. This is as true for magic users as for everyone else.

Our responses should be petty, vindictive, and personal.

But above all else, they should be targeted.

No more mass casualty events.

No more showing off the upper bounds of our powers.

No more raising suspicions about magical interference.

Here are a few examples of the kinds of curses we should be using more often in the future, rather than the comic book villainy that has become far too common in recent times.

Once again, our curses should be directed towards the person we despise, not the entire city or nation where they live.

Every third night after a rainstorm, the cursed person will be unable to fall asleep for hours on end, no matter what they do, and once they fall asleep they will experience nothing but nightmares every time they enter the REM stage of sleep. A curse that will give someone intense and painful leg cramps every time they wake up for three weeks straight, before those cramps vanish, without a trace. A curse that will give someone a faint and constant headache that will never go away, no matter what they do. A curse that the next time they have a medical problem, their medical provider won’t be able to determine the cause of their symptoms. A curse that the next time they need to call attention to an important problem, everyone will disregard their warnings, while considering the cursed person crazy, hysterical, or stupid. A curse that will prevent someone from ever receiving a raise or promotion for the rest of their life. A curse that will prevent anyone from viewing the cursed person as a success, no matter what they are able to accomplish.

These curses are specific, creative, vindictive, and perhaps most importantly of all, plausibly deniable.

If someone complains about any of these things, no one will suspect it to be the work of a sorcerer’s revenge.

It’s long since time we stopped showing off, and relearned the art of subtlety.

If you have ideas for creative, personal curses, leave them in the comments below.

Malakai Castlequill’s signature weekly column, “Magically Incorrect,” has generated lively and spirited debate among readers of the Astute Owl since he began writing for the journal in 2004.

Castlequill is part of our flock of award-winning columnists available to Astute Owl subscribers for the low price of $500 a month.

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🧫Added Do’s and Don’ts to stay safe🧫

I’m not a witch (just a microbiologist w lots of chem and botany) but want to add a few things to this list so y’all can practice and be safe!

⚗️ Do not reuse plastic containers for food unless the type of container is safe to do so! look for the number in the little recycling symbol ♻️. Many are toxic and only safe to use once, don’t put food in them again (IF YOU WILL EAT IT) but you can reuse them! Also, despite what anti litter and plastic producing companies will tell you, you can’t recycle everything. Very little actually. If in doubt, throw it out (all thin plastic films, none can be recycled)! Recycling companies have to PAY landfills pick up plastic items they can’t recycle and those costs can add up fast, you don’t want them going out of business.

🧼 Cleaning tip: you usually don’t have to buy fancy stuff. Unless someone is sick, you’re cleaning up after cooking with raw meat or you’re cleaning the bathroom, very hot water and soap will do. Plain soap too, doesn’t have to be antibacterial. Here’s… the beef I have with a lot of cleaning commercials and stuff. I don’t talk about this a lot but I do have contamination OCD and I firmly believe if I had not gone into micro I would bleach my house floor to ceiling, so yes I Get It. But, the vast, vast, vast majority of bacteria are good for you (look at Old Friends Hypothesis) or don’t care about you. Cleaning with hot water and soap is typically enough (besides exceptions above). Using bleach and even essential oil type things all the time can be hard on your lungs/skin. They’re all chemicals. Almost everything is. Consider storing them in the garage.

🍐 Spoiled or Health Hazard? In terms of produce, as long as it does not have mold (generally) you’re pretty fine. Don’t eat stuff with mold (*cheese I’ll get to). A moldy strawberry shouldn’t be eaten. Another strawberry in the carton without mold should be fine (wash!). I hear a lot of ‘was this ok’ stories from my family, like my aunt and uncle (very well off) offered my grandpa pumpkin pie, they scraped the top off, covered in mold like it was fine to eat. That is Not Fine To Eat. You probably won’t get super sick, even I’ve done it on accident. Don’t eat bread in the dark. The fuzzy stuff you see are what we call ‘fruiting bodies’ and are just the reproductive structures. The tip of the iceberg, so to speak. The rest of the mold is hyphae spread throughout the food breaking it down and eating it. Mold makes you sick sometimes because it can have mycotoxins, some are worse than others but you really can’t tell just by looking at a fuzzy patch so best not to make you or your guests sick. Cheese is kinda tricky, if it’s the kind that has a mold casing like Brie, check to see that it looks the same, if so it’s probably ok. I would seek out the cheese/food microbiologists on this one, usually the brand website will have info. Follow general food handling rules (food safety permit if in doubt!) also the CDC has good info on food borne illness.

🪴 Compost. Do not compost meat/dairy! Anything with Meat/dairy in it! Unless you have a compost service that specifically says otherwise. You’ll hear this a lot but I’ll try to briefly explain why. Most of our diseases are zoonotic, they come from animals or opportunistically like to grow in animals. In micro labs we use media that has beef/bone, blood, or lactose to grow pathogens. You don’t want those in your compost, especially if you grow food with it. That’s how we get E. coli -> dairy runoff -> canal -> lettuce and we get a recall on salads.

Friendly reminder that scientists aren’t against you, we want you to be safe! Do your thing! And keep doing great stuff like op mentioned, it really can be good for your mental well-being too.

🌿Minimizing Waste as a Hearth Witch🌿

Minimizing waste saves money and the environment. With a little creativity, there are many ways you can create opportunities to reduce waste and maximize the supplies you have.

🍄 Keep your jars. If you buy something that comes in a useful container and can be reused - then reuse it. In my experience, the best reuse for plastic containers is to freeze food. Also, small bottles like Advil bottles, are EXCELLENT spell jars. However, for all types, you can use them to store food, organize drawers and closets, store spell ingredients, or even make decorations. The possibilities are nearly endless!

🍄Keep all your fruit, vegetable, and herb scraps. With some scraps and water, you can make a lovely broth. Alternatively, you can use them to make a simmer pot for a spell or simply for the scent.

🍄If you eat meat, keep the bones. Again, a great broth ingredient!

🍄Avoid paper towels whenever possible. These are super wasteful and expensive. Whenever possible, I opt to use a towel or cloth. You can recycle old textiles for rags. However, if you're feeling ambitious you can knit or crochet towels and cloths; this is a great way to use up that scrap yarn you probably have laying around! You may even choose to add a bit of knot magic to these pieces.

🍄Thrift and upcycle. This is a bit of an obvious one; but really. It's a great way to have lovely belongings while reducing waste overall and saving money. With a bit of love, many things can be new.

🍄Almost every dish can be salvaged. It happens. We mess up. But, before you throw it away, do some research on how to salvage it. Odds are, you will be able to do it!

🍄Don't throw away fruits or vegetables that are overripe or wilting. Within reason, of course, many of these fruits and vegetables can be frozen for soups, casseroles, sauces, and smoothies!

🍄Buy a reusable coffee filter and tea basket for loose tea. Really, this is a given if you are a tea or coffee lover. Disposable ones are so wasteful and the reusable ones will pay for themselves in no time.

🍄Compost if you can. Compost dirt is amazing for growing ingredients for dishes and spells. While you're at it, save your eggshells, as well.

🍄Mend your clothes, blankets, and even shoes. A little bit of love can go a long way, including increasing the life of your favorite items. You can also add flair by learning how to darn and apply patches.

🍄Learn how to remove stains from fabric. In the same vein as mending, learning how to remove stains increases the life of your clothes. Different stains require different methods of removal, but usually, it is not impossible. Failing this, learn how to dye your clothes to revamp them.

🍄Use alternative cosmetics. This is a really big topic and I will create a post about this later. But, consider doing research. There are lots of things that can be made or substituted; notably face masks, hair masks, and using coconut oil as a make-up remover.

🍄Localize your practice. Use natural herbs and ingredients found in your local environment. Create your own correspondence if needed.

🍄Collect rainwater. Unfortunately, it is no longer a great idea to drink rainwater - but use it to water plants and clean your floors. Rainwater is also a powerful spell ingredient for spells that don't require drinking or putting on your skin.

🍄Only buy what you need. This time of year more than ever it is VERY tempting to buy up cheap Halloween-themed goods. But, consider an item's long-term usefulness, if it will create clutter and disorder in your home in the future, and if there are alternatives.

🍄Buy a cheap food dehydrator. These are perfect for making tea and drying out herbs, flowers, and other ingredients for spells and cooking.

🍄Consider alternatives in cooking and spells. There is always an alternative, you may not have to buy something new.

🍄Meals and beverages as spells. As a full-blown kitchen, I believe spells eaten and drank are extremely powerful. It also saves on ingredients.

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my friends won’t let me buy new docs until i pay for my next root canal and i think that’s transphobic